Carnage Black White And Blood Novels & Stories

The dawn did not bring light to Black Ridge; it only revealed the extent of the carnage. The snow was no longer white, but a bruised purple, stained by the toxic ichor of the Blight-Wolves. Rhea stood in the center of the courtyard, her chest heaving, her crimson gown now tattered and soaked in a mixture of her own blood and that of her enemies.

The air splits with the sound of battle—snarls, screams, and snapping bones. Within seconds, the clearing and the surrounding forest dissolve into chaos. Teeth clash. Blood sprays. Moonlight spills across the field like a cruel spotlight over carnage. Killan and Draven are carving through vampires with jagged branches ripped from the trees, staking them clean through their chests. Travis manipulates Zarek’s minions like puppets, twisting their bodies until they collapse in distorted agony. Catherine moves with deadly grace, ducking and weaving as she slices through the bloodsuckers, her blades leaving trails of red and ripped flesh.

A chill skitters down my spine. There, perched atop the bodies like a vengeful god, is an enormous white wolf. His fur is matted with blood. No, drenched in it. Thick streaks along his chest, his snout, even soaking the fur beneath his eyes like war paint. His claws are blackened with gore, freshly ripped from some poor soul’s body. But it’s the eyes that stop my heart.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

He said as he approached her like a predator stalking its prey. Robbin calmly clutched the knife as he got closer. He pulled the jeans from her grasp and began horribly kissing her again. His eyes were closed, saliva dripping from his disgusting mouth onto his beard. Slowly, she picked up her knife and, with the lightning strike of a cobra, she stabbed him in the neck, piercing his carotid artery. Warm blood trooped in spurts from his artery, like a faulty faucet all over his body and hers also, as she immediately retrieved the knife. His hand quickly shot up to his neck to stop the bleeding. Shock and rage clouded his face as he tried to pull himself to his feet. Multiple profanities flew f

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

he did the same. Blood splattered everywhere inside the car, and Aaron's white shirt has been painted all in its colour red. He was tearing the rogues from inside the car as if it was nothing but a video game he was playing over there— Though he did not look concerned, he still had rage covering the features of his face.

Crimson blood scattered on the ground and Amara's painful scream rang in the air, its echo resounding in the desolate silence. Her face turned pale and a few drops of blood landed on her face, tainting her skin with crimson. Her tear-filled gaze locked onto Killian, his jaw was clenched tightly as he held his arm. His right arm was relentlessly bleeding where the bullet had found its mark, piercing through his skin brutally.

It was hard for Amelia to see clearly because of the rain. If not for the fact that their colours were opposite, she wouldn’t be able to see anything. “Arthur!” she yelled when she saw the black lycan dig his claws into the white lycan’s back. The white lycan turned and swerved his claws. Amelia’s breathing got heavy when she saw the blood on Arthur’s back. She closed her eyes and when she opened it, it was as white as snow. White thread began to emerge from nowhere and she sent them to the black lycan.